On Wednesdays my classes start at 10, instead of 9. This has given Tuesday somewhat of a tradition of a night out. This Tuesday, the tradition was compounded by the birthdays of a couple kids in the math program that my roommates doing. We went to a bar somewhat near my house that had live gypsy music.
Now, let's preface this with the fact that my parents repair violins. I'm very, very used to the sound of violins, played by both terrible, and by exceptionally talented violinists. I'd say that my stringed-instrument ear is pretty good.
I have NEVER, in my entire life, heard such incredible artists.
What's gypsy music, you ask? Honestly, I can't quite describe it and a brief google search didn't come up with anything that sounded quite like what I heard. This was a string band, with fiddle, bass, accordian and a few other guys. The fiddler and the bassist where the two who I was the most impressed. They had without a doubt the quickest-moving fingers I've ever seen, and both had impeccable pitch.
Then, the dancing started. There were two main types of dancing. The first was a partner dance, with a lot of spinning. The second was something similar to step dancing (except so much faster), where the guys (I suppose girls could do this too, but I didn't see any) hit and clapped their hands, feet, and legs. The female equivalent was some sort of shockingly fast gyration of the entire body. My body just doesn't move like that. I wish it did.
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